The Love of the Culun

Meet Zain.

PRATAMA GROUP'S.

Why with him, even though the feeling of love is still there, but he still can not eliminate his hatred, when recalling, what his ex-wife Ariana did.

It was as if the hatred for the woman, had so taken hold of her, as a result of which her love was already so deep.

Until he saw Ariana so happy, there was a sense of unwillingness in him, because he felt Ariana had played on his suffering.

"You have inflicted a wound on me. And I won't let you live Ariana's quiet life?! for being brave, toying with my love." He murmured with a reddened facial expression, due to emotions that had already rubbed themselves.

His head looked up, looking up at the ceiling of the study, thinking about the things that had happened lately in his life. Suddenly the sound of the door opening, which averted his eyes.

Both of his eyebrows receded for a moment, when he found his former lover Clara who was smiling at him.

"Clara, you..?!"

A smile spread across her beautiful face, looking at the man she loved so much.

"Can I come in, Zain?" Ask Clara, while she's at the door.

"Of course I can. And let's go in!' Answer, by re-enforcing his sitting position.

Clara stepped in by continuously displaying a smile, on her face. Her hair was left unraveled, giving a curly touch to the tip of her blonde hair. Beautiful, and fashionable. That's the picture, from the former kekasiih of a Zain Pratama.

Put a bag on the table, and sit on a long sofa.

Zain's gaze was fixed on the pouch, which was under Clara . And decided to ask, what is under her ex-lover.

"What did you bring, Clara?"

A smile rose on Clara's face, before she answered the question.

"This is lunch for you, Zain? and I'm sure you must have, haven't eaten something? And I cooked it, especially for you."

"But I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood for a meal right now, Clara?"

Moving from his seat, he approached Zain who was sitting in his great chair, hugging the man from behind. Despite hearing the word rejection, but did not make him want to give up before making the man back in his arms.

"Clar!! what the hell are you doing? remember, we're in the middle!" Zain said, warning.

CLara has not yet let go of her embrace, the beautiful woman seems unwilling to back down, with her plan to get the heart, her former lover. To make it, begging the handsome man, to eat his lunch that he brought.

"Zain, I've made you a tape-cape lunch. Can't you just appreciate what I've done?" He said, sounding begging.

His breathing sounded heavy, and he was unable to refuse Clara's request. Moreover, the woman, was willing to make lunch for him.

"All right, I will," he replied, in a heavy-sounding tone.

A happy smile flashed across Clara's face, upon getting the answer she had so desperately hoped for.

Let go of his embrace, and grabbed the man's hand.

"Let's just sit there, make it more comfortable to eat."

Zain did not answer, nor did he answer. The handsome businessman was silent, as Clara pulled her hand towards the set sofa.

Clara looks so happy, as she spends her lunch with Zain in the company.

Because in him has confidence, if sooner or later Zain will definitely return in his arms, and he just needs time to be patient.

"It's just a matter of time. What is clear is that the collector is no longer an obstacle for me. And I'm pretty sure that sooner or later Zain will be mine again." Bathin CLara, who looks happy.

"Who called you?" Zain asked suddenly, while enjoying his lunch.

Clara's face instantly turned nervous, when she got the question from Zain.

"Sir.no, anyone?" He answered, and tried to smile.

Again there was a telephonic sound on Clara's cell phone, and again, she saw the same name.

Not wanting Zain to find out about the rot that he was keeping, Clara decides to answer the phone call, outside the man's workroom.

"Zain, sorry I came out for a second. Cause I have to, answer the phone."

"Why not be accepted, just here?" Zain asked, as Clara would pass out of her study.

"It's from Papa. And I didn't want to, he found out that I was in your company," By passing straight from the study, without waiting for Zain's words.

His gaze looked at the door, and he looked so curious about the strange attitude of his former lover.

"Why is he that big? just because he got a telephone from his father," he muttered, with a curious look on his face.

****

Clara stopped in a quiet room, and decided to answer a telephonic call from Piter there.

"What's up, you called me?!" With a tone, that sounded annoyed.

The sound of laughter instantly resounded so echoes, as Clara asked the question.

"Are you with the man you're after Miss Clara??"

"That's not your business." Answer, firmly.

"Of course it's none of my business, and I don't care at all. Because here, I'm just dealing with your body." He said, with a tone of emphasis.

"What if I don't want to."

Laughter across the street was heard again, as Clara said her rejection.

"You don't want me to send our hot video to Zain Pratama?"

The look on her face instantly turned pale, as Piter threw out her weapon, which was unable to make Clara unable to resist.

"alright. Send me the address, where I'm supposed to see you, Mr. Piter," by terminating the call immediately.

After ending her conversation with Piter, Clara decides to return to Zain.

He opened the door and found his ex-girlfriend staring at him.

"You all right, all right?" Zain asked, when he saw the look on Clara's face that seemed not excited when she first came.

"I'm doing fine. And sorry, I have to go." He said, by reaching for his bag, which was on the chair.

"But you haven't finished your lunch Clara? you ate just a little."

"We can enjoy lunch in your company, next time Zain? but I'm sorry I have to leave right now, because I have some business to take care of." Clara said with a brief kiss on Zain's lips, and passed from the room.

He was shocked when he got a brief kiss, from his former lover. But in him there was a sense of curiosity, with a strange attitude that Clara showed earlier.

"She looks so weird, what's up with her?" Mumbled.